February 2012
I'm proud that I haven't cut myself over this.
Yet.
My queue is now empty.
If I’m coming back, I’ll be gone for a week or two at the most. Probably a lot less.
I want you all to know that I love you.
I’m sorry to all of my followers. I don’t deserve any of you. I’m leaving for a while, I might come back, I might not.
I’m sorry daddy, I’m sorry for being such a disappointment. I’m sorry that I’m not good enough. I’m sorry that I make you angry. I’m sorry that I’m so much like my sister. I’m sorry that I exist. I’ll be a good girl now daddy. I’ll forget everything else and do my work, I’ll keep my room tidy and I’ll be sane and neat and...
dappersexual:
I think I’m at that point in my life where I would sleep with someone for pizza.
lypophrenia: a feeling of sadness seemingly without a cause
drapetomania: an overwhelming urge to run away
escapism: a mental desire to retreat from unpleasant realities through fantasy
wanderlust: a desire to travel, to understand one’s very existence
dysania: the state of finding it difficult to get out of bed in the morning
sanctuary: a small safe place in a troubling world
...
Friend: Hi, how are you feeling today?
Me: I think I've hit an All Time Low.
Friend: Oh my gosh. What's wrong?
Me: Well, The Maine reason is that no one gets my band references.
Friend: Wait what?
Me: Can we go to dinner so I can explain. You. Me. At Six?
Friend: What are you talking about?
Me: Or I guess we could wait for summer... Is The Summer Set?
Friend: What the hell.
Me: I mean, we could go to a parade. Perhaps a Mayday Parade?
Friend: What the fuck is a Mayday Parade.
Me: Goodbye cruel world! Bring Me The Horizon!
Friend: You're so weird.
Me: I guess we're having a Fall Out, Boy.
Friend: I'm a girl.
Me: Yes, and Boys Like Girls.
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